Mason_ Inked Reapers MC(1)(55)
“Carmella said she’s been asking him to take her to the market in . She wants to get some pottery or something. If she can get him there maybe we have a better chance. He’ll still have his guys with him, but we’d be in a crowded place. We might be able to get it done and get out before they see us.”
“What if we are looking at this wrong? If Carmella takes him to the market, she can get him to one of those food stands, right? What if we go wicked witch on him and just feed him some poisoned food.” I offered my suggestion.
“And the guy who owns the food stand gets killed for poisoning him?”
I studied him for a minute then agreed. “Yeah, that’s right. Fine. You figure out how to get me close enough and I’ll get it done. We’ll need to ask Carmella what time the market’s the busiest, and hope that he’ll go with her.”
Tick’s phone danced on the bed. His brows drew together as he read the message and tossed the phone to me.
Just do what ur fucking told to do.
“Marcus better know what he’s starting.” I gave the phone back to Tick on my way to the bathroom. “Let me just wash my dirty ass then we’ll go find Julio and get a message to Carmela. I want this shit done and be home by Monday.”
“You know you’ll have to do something with Lucy when we get back. Marcus isn’t going to let you see her and Jayso—”
“I’m aware of my fucking situation with her,” I growled, and slammed the bathroom door. This last job had sealed my decision about the club. I was getting out and it didn't matter how much money I had stashed away or if I was given good standing on my way out. We’d just leave town, the state. Hell, if I had to drag her cute ass to the other side of the country, that’s what we’d do. But no way was Jayson or any other fucking guy putting a finger on her any more.
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Carmella stood at the foot of the stairs. Her hair primly pinned up into a neat, oversized bun on top of her head. Her makeup perfectly applied, and the painted on dress hugged her curves like a lover would. Three months ago just the sign of her standing there, her hand on one hip, her breasts about to spill out of her neckline, would have gotten my dick harder than steel. But now, next to Lucy, she just looked like any other woman. Lucy didn’t need an hour’s worth of makeup and hair time to make herself beautiful. It was her natural state that drove me crazy. The soft hazelnut eyes, her short pixie hair. I couldn’t wait to get my hands back in that hair. And those cotton dresses. Those flimsy dresses that covered up everything I wanted to get my hands on. Just the memory of her standing in one of those made my dick stir.
“Good morning, Mason.” Carmella’s eyes went to my groin and her smile widened just a bit more. It was tempting to let her know it wasn't her that got my dick hard, but the image of my girl back home—but I was trying to not get myself killed while down there.
“Carmella.” I looked around, but saw no one else. “Where is Julio?” I stopped a few steps higher than where she stood. Outside of her reach.
“He doesn't tell me everything he does.” She gave a gentle shrug. “Tick is in the dining room having his breakfast. Would you like to join him, or perhaps I could have breakfast brought out to us on the veranda?” And there it was.
“The dining room will work fine. We need to finish going over some details. Maybe you could give us more information on the marketplace. Like the layout?” Her shoulders dropped, only a bit, but enough that I noticed.
“Very well.” She dropped her hand from her hip and walked ahead of me, leading me to the dining room. The sway of her hips didn’t go unnoticed.
An overflowing plate of scrambled eggs and sausages sat in front of Tick as he shoveled a forkful of eggs into his mouth. He nodded to me when he saw me enter the room, but went right back to eating. Carmella took the seat at the head of the table, then waved off the members of the staff in the room, speaking to them in Spanish before they all left.
“Has Bernardo agreed to take you shopping this afternoon?”
“Yes. I am to meet him for lunch at our home, then he will take me to the marketplace.” She tapped her manicured nails on the tabletop.
“And Julio. Where will he be?”
“He will be at my home, surrounded by Bernardo’s men. They won’t suspect him.” She watched Tick eat with a gross interest. I kicked his shin under the table. He grunted, then looked up at us, dropping his fork and wiping his mouth with a napkin.
“And you?” I folded my hands over my chest. Having a woman so brazen about betraying her husband, with his own brother, and then seeing her eyes on me the way they were when I came down those stairs—she wasn't to be trusted.